The church clock mournfully rang in the hour, deep chimes resonating into the early morning silence. A large rook protested and hastily took to flight, beating its ebony wings as it disappeared into the curtain of mist. Desolate cries faded across the empty graveyard. Suddenly, the quiet was broken with the sound of footsteps. A girl appeared like a whirlwind, running up the gravel path, her breathing heavy. Voices whispered and bounced, disturbed at the intrusion. Misty figures swirled around the stones, their ghostly bodies rising into the air before sinking into the church walls... * * * Jenny ran through the graveyard, nimbly avoiding falling over any of the large headstones as they loomed out of the fog. Looking ahead, she could finally see the church rising imposingly before her, and with light feet, she ran around the side, stopping to lean against one of the stone walls to catch her breath. She frowned and slowed her breathing, trying to hear if anyone was following her.
